Get ready for a DH moan...
We were eating leftover spaghetti bolognaise this evening, just now. Lovely in fact as it normally is the next day. Reuben is happily kicking in his rocker, DH wolfed his down as he is going out (again). Reuben started crying, DH picked him for a cuddle and noticed that he needed a nappy change and I had not finshed my yummy food, not by a long shot. So, he got a nappy out to change him in the front room and was presented with the most humumgous smelly nappy in the entire world 'oh.my.god!' exclaims DH 'it is all up his stomach, we have ourselves and exploding nappy' and goes off to get the matt to change it properly. Cue much shock, horror and sounds of dismay as he proceeds to unwrap the bundle of joy that is shite, stomach, legs, clothes, the works.
I am sat right there, right next to him and say how it was not so great to have this going on beside me while i was eating, and DH said 'would have done it in the other room if i had known' you should have anyway boyo, you knew it was shitty and i was eating. Then he continues to go on and on about how it smelt, looked, etc. I reminded him i was eating and how gross it was 'at least i am changing it, you should be grateful' he comments.
GRATEFUL? i say, GRATEFUL? Why on earth should i be grateful that YOU, Father of our child, who notices he has pooed his nappy while I am eating, chooses to change his horrendous shite filled bottom in front of me, next to me while i eat my TEA !!' and he laughed and said 'sorry, you are right that was inappropriately worded, i did not mean to imply you should be grateful i was changing the nappy' err...that is not what you implied, it is what you said. Cheeky man. He did a whole lot of apologising after than i can tell you